WTV ft. Blvck Svm Lyrics

Driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past

I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave

That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, and fitting brand new and It still got the tag

No money no clout, that sh*t hurt no doubt

But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay

Pushing my buttons with pressure, conflicting my mind, I ain't trip it's whatever

Flow fluid like water, drip matching the sweater

I said I'm not tripping it's really whatever

Yuh okay, said I'm not tripping it's really whatever

Pull up Mikinos, J6 on all levels

I said I'm not tripping it's really whatever

I'm driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past

I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave

That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, and fitting brand new and It still got the tag

No money no clout, That shit hurt no doubt

But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay

I'm flowing consistent, good measures

I running off gas like this sh*t is some pressure

I'm serving with confidence, mark my accomplishments

Not goin start tripping it's really whatever

Yuh ok, said I'm trippin it's really whatever

I just keep winning, neck covered in medal

I said i'm not tripping it's really whatever

Crease in the Margiela Tabi, the prints I been leaving are not of this planet

I can turn clay to ceramic

The temperature spike is no reason to panic

The Alfa Romeo is aerodynamic

The body is low to the ground like a hammock

I step out on Collins, my knots gigantic

The Subis are full of them n*ggas from Namek

Think I might need mechanic to check out the gears in the watch on my wrist

The hands keep doing the mannequin challenge

The diamonds depositing frost on my fist

Brodie been searching he finally found him a demon like Stockton assist

The engine a stomach on brink of starvation, I know for a fact his neighbors are pissed

I'm driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past

I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave

That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, its fitting brand new and It still got the tag

No money no clout, That sh*t hurt no doubt

But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay

Hitting lake house on a budget

Eating some sushi on boat, telling Nemo don't touch it

I run up that bag all of a sudden, That large sum of cash came flooding

My homeboy came through and he clutched it

I said bro the realest, he said don't mention it's nothing

Get all the spins and the bread, lyrics gotta be read

He said he not trippin it's nothing